I didn't get to do a real ride today--just a spin to Astoria Park and a yogurt run. However, I got home in time to witness a near-perfect ending to a winter day:
At least, it's about as close to perfect any day's end can be in these parts. As the sun descended, a mist of wispy cirrus clouds rose from the horizon to a deep translucent blue sky: a dream ahead, and a vision above, this day's ride.
At least, it's about as close to perfect any day's end can be in these parts. As the sun descended, a mist of wispy cirrus clouds rose from the horizon to a deep translucent blue sky: a dream ahead, and a vision above, this day's ride.
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